Get back your integrity, relearn to be free
But always frustrated cos you are forever sick
Amnesic, aphasic, broken body in a pitiful state
Psychological/mental shame,
physical suffering, neurological self-destruction
Locked up by your own free will,
locked up for everyone's good,
Safe from your own lunacy and your fury,
blinded by Your slow suicide,
alone against yourself,
Weaning is a sort of mixture of hope and disgust
Give him the serenity
to accept things he cannot change,
Courage to change things he can and the wisdom
to know the difference
Give him the serenity
to accept things he cannot change,
Don't tell him what he needs,
don't tell him what he wants!
Unable to express yourself,
dragged down by others,
A few hope or believe they can help,
A few will just point the finger at you!
But you must concentrate on yourself!
On a drip, medicated, examined,
Days, whole nights to relearn who you were,
A little victory over
This slow suicide, alone against yourself
Weaning is a sort of mixture of hope and disgust
You must radically change your life,
Knowing it will be a never-ending battle!
But now, the weaning time comes to an end,
Forget the past and prepare for the future with hope,
But always with this fear of getting hooked again,
Of ending this nightmare only to fall back off the wagon again
Give him the serenity
to accept things he cannot change,
Courage to change things he can and the wisdom
to know the difference
Give him the serenity
to accept things he cannot change,
Give him the serenity
to accept things he cannot change,
Courage to change things he can and the wisdom
to know the difference
Give him the serenity
to accept things he cannot change.
